with words and sound…
She had speech issues as a little girl. Her baby language never seemed to evolve. When she would try and talk no one could understand her. They would look at me… often I would shrug. There were times none of us knew what she was saying. I called around but all the speech therapists were a minimum hour away. So I worked with her everyday. I could feel the judgement from others. Judgement that my three year old spoke differently than their child. Judgement that I thought I could help her…. ” you aren’t a professional”. She felt the judgement too… or the frustration, and she became quiet. I used to sit outside her playroom door and listen to her voice playing with dolls…. no judgement there…so she would prattle on.
I had to do something…. and we did. Her and I .
I can remember sitting on the kitchen floor and going over sounds
and over sounds
and over sounds
and over sounds.
days. months. years.
And I am not going to lie to you…. somedays , I just went through the motions …. and truthfully I am pretty sure she hated it somedays,too.
But what could we do… so together we kept at it.
By the time she was five her words were very clear and no one knew the difference between her and her peers.
there was a plan to thwart this day… but she is fearless…
So when she sang on Sunday and lead a room in worship…
She lead them with words…she once could not say
She lead them with sound … she once locked away
She sang with an overcomers authority…
“…You’ve never failed and You won’t start now. So I will call upon Your name………And my faith will be made stronger in the presence of my Savior…”